Safety

What more could she wish for? What more than safety could she wish for?

Up until tonight, she had everything she wished for, and that was to be kept safe from the monsters lurking bellow her bed, the shadows lingering on the corners of her eyes, the ghosts breathing down the back of her neck.

Safety was all she ever wished for. She hoped, as she turned off the lights in her room, that she would wake up in the morning, safe.

Good night world, wish me luck.

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Margarita, 25. Moved from the South to the North and then to the Center for studies, but mainly because people are interesting and an adventure is always welcome. Biggest dream of fighting dragons and dark lords is not in effect, but would surely abandon Plan B to jump into another dimension.
Here, I post my ramblings that usually are short stories. Sometimes though I may be working on something longer. All of my posts may or may not be based upon real events, locations, people and feelings. Plan is to post weekly. Main language is English, even though I am thinking to post soon something long from a long time ago written in my mother tongue.
May the odds be in your favor, because the night is dark and full of terrors...
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